I was scrolling through Apple News before bed when I saw the headline. My body registered it before my mind did: disbelief, then denial. I read the first paragraph and couldn’t read another word. I put my phone down.
But I couldn’t let it go. I opened the article again and read every word. Then came the numbingly familiar cycle: betrayal, anger and that weary thought (not another one). One of my favorite Christian authors, whose books shaped my faith as a young believer and guided me for decades, a man I thought was above reproach, had confessed to a years-long affair after 55 years of marriage.
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